“This tiny thing is going to do ….what now?” The Drow tapped the pendulum in disbelief, staring at the drops of liquid within as it gently swings on its chain.

”It will expand your mind and your vision, increase your reflexes, and I believe…” the shopkeeper gingerly plucked the chain in their paws, feeling the vibration as it purred, “…help you land on your feet.”

”Sold,” says Recko, ”I need all the insurance I can get.” He tossed the coin into the air and swiped the potion in one swift motion before nimbly exiting the room.

Hours later, after his companions fell asleep, Recko takes the first watch over the camp. Beyond the ring of soft firelight, he could make out fuzzy shapes in the darkness. He blinked hard, but still couldn’t see much detail despite his darkvision. Expand my vision? Alright, let’s try it.

The potion took no time to drink—the glass held less than a shot—and had little taste, like an herbal tea that didn’t steep long enough. It was oddly soothing. His skin prickled with goosebumps as his white hair grew thicker and crawled over his body like mossy algae on river rocks. Recko grumbled as he felt his body change… his bones lengthened and his eyes became sharper, and his pointed ears migrated upward.

Satisfied, Recko stretches and looks out into the wild. The figures crouched in the shadows came into focus. “I can see your future, creeps, and it doesn’t look good for you,” he said with a sharp, crooked grin.